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I lost my voice by choice, only...I don't remember when. One day the words were there and within the next few they had gone. It has been more than a year, I think, but the price I pay for silence is a thousand lifetimes' worth.

Not because I was not being heard, do you not see? But because I decided I didn't want to listen. Only, we must. My voice was always open, always trying to speak, I was displeased it even attempted, why would the world want to know, why would I want to hear?

'No' was my silent sentence, 'no you cannot say these things', put back the pen and the paper, let them linger till they choke.

But they did not, it was I slowly suffocating, I whose life was being lost. See, we are destined for fulfilment of what nature grants us at birth, and to deny the rights of potential is an act against every element of being.

Do we make mistakes, do we judge what one is, who makes them and why? Do we not all take actions that by some would be considered wrong? It came to seem all of my innermost needs were allotted to the page, but still I was refusing it, still it burdened me so.

Then I remembered the magic trick, the channel for my fears, here I knew I couldn't wrong, for right is to type and to urge words along. My beautiful friend, life again let me see, my ABCtales, without you I'm not me!